Name: Some jerk... 2006-09-03 10:56
Alright, I've got a bit of a tirade to go off on. It's sunday morning, 9 o'clock, and for some ungodly reason, I decide that I'm going to go ride my bike for seven miles at the local park. It's got a paved bike/walk-way, and all that... I wake up and I'm full of some divine unexplainable energy, right? I'm in a wonderful mood, the flowers are blooming, the crickets are chirping in the morning fucking mist, and I'm motivated, right? Gonna get some morning excercise...
And so I do, I ride two laps, or seven miles around the park. The town is called Grayson, Georgia just for the record, and the park is Tribble Mill. I'm right smack in the Bible Belt, okay? I'm sweating like a whore in church by the time I'm done biking these seven miles, and there's a little side path that leads back to the parking lot. (I'm coming to a point eventually, I swear...) I've never ridden there on sunday, and as it turns out, the place is packed more than it ever is. I mean, it's Grayson Georgia, go figure. So I'm riding down this little side path to the parking lot, and there's this big ass group of like ten women, fully-clad in jogging gear, and I ride up slowly behind them, and I can't get around because they're blocking the entire fucking path and going 2 miles an hour. I figure, hey, I'll just let em take their time, I'm tired as hell now. One of em finally sees me and pipes up that there's a biker behind em, and so they move off to the side even though I'm not really trying to pass them anyway. So I figure what the hell, and I just pedal on past.
AND THEN ...
This one bitch off to the side, barely even on the path herself because the group was that damn big, pipes up, "How 'bout 'On the left!', and we'll get outta yer way!" (Because that's what the park sign says you're supposed to say when passing pedestrians, but the implication is that you're supposed to say it when going really really fast downhill...)
Alright, now I'm pissed off. Whether or not the remark was intended in a snide fashion, it sure as hell sounded so. But I don't say anything, I just pack up and leave, squeaking my tires a bit going up the first hill out of the parking lot like an asshole, but I digress...
My point is... and I've made this discovery over a long period of time, this is just a single incident ...
I've found that in your typical American suburbian environment, that there is a direct corelation between how courteous you try to be to people and how much they will, in turn, act like an asshole. This entire post may or may not be just me ranting about something entirely meaningless and trivial, but what's your take on it, 4chan?
And so I do, I ride two laps, or seven miles around the park. The town is called Grayson, Georgia just for the record, and the park is Tribble Mill. I'm right smack in the Bible Belt, okay? I'm sweating like a whore in church by the time I'm done biking these seven miles, and there's a little side path that leads back to the parking lot. (I'm coming to a point eventually, I swear...) I've never ridden there on sunday, and as it turns out, the place is packed more than it ever is. I mean, it's Grayson Georgia, go figure. So I'm riding down this little side path to the parking lot, and there's this big ass group of like ten women, fully-clad in jogging gear, and I ride up slowly behind them, and I can't get around because they're blocking the entire fucking path and going 2 miles an hour. I figure, hey, I'll just let em take their time, I'm tired as hell now. One of em finally sees me and pipes up that there's a biker behind em, and so they move off to the side even though I'm not really trying to pass them anyway. So I figure what the hell, and I just pedal on past.
AND THEN ...
This one bitch off to the side, barely even on the path herself because the group was that damn big, pipes up, "How 'bout 'On the left!', and we'll get outta yer way!" (Because that's what the park sign says you're supposed to say when passing pedestrians, but the implication is that you're supposed to say it when going really really fast downhill...)
Alright, now I'm pissed off. Whether or not the remark was intended in a snide fashion, it sure as hell sounded so. But I don't say anything, I just pack up and leave, squeaking my tires a bit going up the first hill out of the parking lot like an asshole, but I digress...
My point is... and I've made this discovery over a long period of time, this is just a single incident ...
I've found that in your typical American suburbian environment, that there is a direct corelation between how courteous you try to be to people and how much they will, in turn, act like an asshole. This entire post may or may not be just me ranting about something entirely meaningless and trivial, but what's your take on it, 4chan?